Title: My Enemy

Setting: End of summer, Beginning of sixth year. Grimmauld Place.

Summary: Harry is ready for another year at Hogwarts when someone rudely interrupts his life MM pairing/slash; don't read if you're against male/male pairings. DM.HP. [OoTP spoilers]

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

Rating: R. (Violence, language, ect.)

Author's note: Okay, so I admit I like slash. I think Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy would have a hot steamy relationship full of passion because of all their hate. I, like most of you, hated slash. Sooner or later I realised its not bad...that is if its HP and DM. I don't really read all that other stuff. I don't like reading or hearing about any other slash. Anyway, this is really just about Draco in a bad depressive state and a certain raven-haired boy is only making it worse. Though in Harry's point of view he's just finally getting passed his godfathers death when a certain platinum blonde boy comes and throws everything he's built away.

Chapter One: The Light Side

The sun's soft streaks of light shone against me, and my eyes opened unwillingly. I groaned as they contacted a white flash of blinding light and relaxed when the sensation died down. My eye's opened once more and I stared at the top of my canopy. My bed was large and the black silk sheets clung to my dripping body. The nightmares came and went, but the reality would always still be there.

I smiled as a small bush entered my blurred vision. I reached my hand over to my night table and felt the familiar lenses of my wide, round glasses. I put them snugly on my ears and faced my friend. She smiled a small concerned smile at me. A gruff noise entered my ears and I realised Ron was there as well. I sat up and watched as my two friends approached me.

The last week of summer had arrived. I sat on a bed in my dead godfather's house. The Black Manor is not only the title of the house, it is also the description. My eyes dodged carelessly around the room. The black polished dresser sat in a corner, clashing with the black walls. There was silver embroidery on bottom and a large lamp sat in the far side. A small black rug on the ground greeted me with its cushiony feel every time I set my feet off my bed.

I looked back at my friends, waiting for what they had to say. The order had been very subtle with me, not allowing me to attend any meetings. I waited for my friends to hint anything that was happening with Dumbledore and the Light. They of course knew everything; they had been here the whole summer while as I had only arrived last night.

Hermione was the first to speak, naturally. I watched as her hands twisted nervously in her lap and a regretful smile played her lips. I braced myself for all possible destructions about to happen to my already dreadfully messed up life Though, I wasn't at all ready for what she was going to say.

"Harry, you remember how Draco Malfoy's father has been sentenced death from the ministry?" She said. Leading up to the words that she knew would be devastating to my ears.

I nodded. There was nothing else to do. Lucious Malfoy had been killed two weeks ago by the ministry after Aurors caught him murdering four muggles. I found myself wondering what exactly this conversation would lead up to.

Ron was now moving his lips, I watched as words spilled out nervously and etched with fear. "Well, Draco is, er, very much alive. As you know." He said making random gestures with his hands. Again I nodded, what were they playing at, telling me thing's I already knew.

"Why not tell me something I don't know." I said, irritably, watching as Ron's ears went pink and Hermione swallowed a small lump in her throat.

My eyes watched as Hermione put a forced smile on her face. Her eyes looked worried and I sighed. What did my friends take me fore? I could handle whatever it was they were about to say. Oh, how very wrong I was.

Ron looked at Hermione and I cleared my throat, waiting for my answer. "Draco Malfoy joined the order exactly seven days ago." Said Hermione, avoiding my eyes.

Immediately my blood started to boil. I could feel it as it rushed to my face, making my face red and hot. I felt my breath become ragged and my eyebrows slowly knitted together and produced a frown. "What?" I yelled out, watching Ron flinch.

Hermione stared at me for a long while and let out a small breath. "Harry, we've been here since he has and he hasn't done anything but sit in his room all day. I've only spoken to him once and he was hardly rude. I think he's depressed, Harry. You'd do good to not bother him. Lupin suggested he was cutting." Hermione said watching Ron, sadly. Even Ron looked sombre, which surprised Harry completely.

"What would all-mighty Malfoy be cutting for?" I spat, watching Hermione as her intense gaze bore into my own. "He has everything and rubs it in our face all the time, you cant seriously be considering he's actually joining the light side?"

There was a long silence that followed my words. I watched as Hermione shook her head and Ron stared at me intently.

"I'm going downstairs." I said, finally breaking the silence. Hermione watched me sadly as I stormed out of the room. What were they thinking? Draco Malfoy could not possibly be in the house of my godfather. He could not be stepping on the ground that rightfully belonged to Sirius Back.

As soon as my door closed I heard another one open. My eyes traveled to the blonde haired boy stepping outside of the room across my own. Instantly I felt my eyes narrow and my mouth became a grim line. The blonde on the other hand didn't even notice I was there. He quietly slipped out of the room, his blue robes following him. His head was facing the stairs and he slowly walked down them, not even glancing back at me.

Needless to say, my head was spinning. The blonde had large bags under his silver eyes and his hair wasn't combed back neatly. Instead it flew over his eyes. His shirt was ruffled and his robe swept across the floor. I followed down the stairs, about to give the Slytherin a piece of my mind.

When I reached the kitchen I found Malfoy seated at the far side of the long table. I watched as he sipped what looked like tea tiredly. His free hand rubbed his temple slowly and his lips were parted, taking in several small breaths. I watched as his shoulders lifted in a sigh.

Malfoy's eyes finally realised I was there when I turned on the water and poured myself a glass. His eyes closed tiredly and he rubbed his temple fiercely. My head turned to watch as his eyes opened and his eyes blinked, hiding his silver orbs for hardly a millisecond.

I sat on the far end of the table, a look of hatred fixed onto my face. My brain was fuming and I wanted nothing more then to rip Malfoy apart and watch him rot. My eyes lingered on his frail body. He stared back at me, his eyes holding no emotion at all.

"Hello, Harry." He said, calmly. His lips turned into a wary smile and he went back to his tea.

I look at him, utterly revolted. Did he just call me Harry? No, wait, did he just smile at me? I stood still, watching him horrified and disgusted. A slow chuckle filled the room and his silver eyes watched as I scowled.

"You've gone mad!" I said venomously, trying to hide my confusion.

Draco smiled at me again. "Seems so." He said, taking a long sip of his tea, looking relaxed.

I watched as he brushed a stray hair from his face and watched me intently.

"Look, Har—Potter—"He said watching me. "I'm not here to cause any trouble. This will most likely be the last time you see me until Hogwarts. Now, if you please?" He said nodding towards the exit.

My eyebrows immediately furrowed together. "I don't believe any of your lies. The others might, but I don't." My eyes shifted towards the exit and I felt my eyes narrow. "And how dare you tell me to leave a room in my own rightful property!"

The coldness in Malfoy's eyes returned for a second and quickly disappeared. "I am not lying." He said emotionless. "Also, I like my privacy. Either leave or I'll gladly go back to my own room."

I looked at him, my eyebrows were arched and my arms crossed over my chest. "Don't toy with me Malfoy. If you do absolutely anything that puts anyone I care for in danger, I'll hunt you down."

Malfoy nodded. "All very good, Harry. But now as everyone shall be waking up in moments, I'd like to get back to my room."

My mind was racing with confusion. Why was he being so calm? Why wouldn't he say meaningless retorts and ramble on about unimportant characteristics? I watched him leave, and ran a hand through my hair. I was even more furious now.

Lupin was in the kitchen only moments later. Snape, who was scowling at me, followed him. I realised why they were all probably here. A meeting. I sighed inwardly and walked towards them, sitting on the long table. Lupin greeted me with a small tired smile and Snape with a sneer.

Ginny came down next, her red hair sprung in all directions. I watched as she directed a warm smile to me, obviously she knew about my delicate state. I turned my gaze to a small portrait of a large man eating an apple, ignoring her. I could almost feel her frown.

Ron and Hermione followed her, both very pink. I scowled at them. How dare they snog while I'm nearly ripping out my hair trying to figure out the drastic change in my enemy? I watched as Hermione took a seat next to me and stiffened. No one talked for a while.

"So how is Draco doing?" Asked Snape, bitterly, towards Lupin who gave him a tired smile.

"Hardly any better." Said Lupin as he watched me from the corner of his eyes. I turned to my food and hopped I didn't hear any more pity towards a boy who has made my life hell since my first year.

"Tell him to get out his room this instant." Said Snape, wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin then standing up gracefully.

"Of course. Harry, if you please?" Said Lupin, watching me cheerfully.

"NO!" I gasped. I didn't want to see that boy again, much less talk to him. An angry look covered my face as I watched Hermione, Ron and Ginny all look at me in disapproval. Snape looked angry and Lupin taken back.

"I'll go, professor." Said Ginny, putting down her fork politely and standing up. She threw me a toxic look then walked away. I scowled, how dare they think I'd willingly go and fetch my enemy to attend a meeting that I myself couldn't even attend.

Minutes went by in silence then two pairs of feet were heard trotting down the stairs. My face automatically grew deadly and I sat back in my chair, waiting for Malfoy to be revealed.

He came down wearing a grey sweater and black slacks. His hair fell over his eyes elegantly but he still looked worn. I stared at him then at Snape who was also staring at him. Malfoy took a seat beside Snape. Also beside me. I stiffed, how dare he sit beside me!

"Morning." He said, a forced smile on his face.

Hermione reached over and patted his arm, gently. "Feeling okay?" She asked concerned.

I felt my mouth open wide. First of all, Hermione was concerned for Malfoy. Second of all, Malfoy wasn't appalled at a muggle's touch. Something was entirely wrong here.

Malfoy smiled at her and started on his food. I watched him eat his cereal quietly. Lupin and Snape were now distracted and talking about the Defence they had for the order. Hermione was quietly stroking Ron's arm underneath the table. They were both making lovesick faces at each other. Ginny was long gone, she went to write her friend from school a letter. Only Malfoy and I were silent.

Malfoy stood up, brushing off his grey sweater. "I'll see you all later." He said looking at us all individually, including me. I held my breath as his gaze travelled to me, ready for a smirk. I was utterly disappointed when I was given a small smile.

"Where do you think you're going?" Yelled Snape as if Malfoy was at the other side of the room.

"To my room." Malfoy stated flatly. He turned around to leave when Snape growled.

"Get back here! I will not allow you to isolate yourself in your room. I want you to take a walk." He said looking furiously at Malfoy.

I felt like snickering. Malfoy couldn't get his way anymore. At least not here, at Grimmauld Place.

"Don't be ridiculous, Sev." Said Draco watching his godfather angrily. "I know where nothing is around here, I'd get lost. Now if you'll excuse me—"

"Then Harry shall show you around." Said Lupin, gazing intently at his piece of toast.

"WHAT!" I yelled, loud enough to earn threatening glances from Snape and Hermione.

Malfoy watched me, a strange expression on his face. It disappeared and an emotionless smile took its place. "Of course not, Lupin." He said watching me, still. "I wouldn't torture Harry in such a way." He said sarcastically, walking away from the table.

I felt four pairs of eyes staring at me. Slowly, I shifted in my chair and continued eating.

"Really, Harry!" I heard Hermione say, very unpleased.

Ron watched Harry, a frustrated look on his face. "Even I would go." He said watching me in disapproval.

Snape sighed evilly and stood up, heading to the Meeting Hall. "Alright, Remus. Shall we go for the Meeting now? Most should be arriving soon." He said, after directing me a cold gaze.

I watched as they left and my eyes travelled towards Ron and Hermione who were eating quietly. Ron stood up and smiled at us, I was glad when he smiled at me. At least we weren't fighting.

"I have to go find Ginny, she stole my quill last night. I'll see you guys in a bit." He said walking away towards the stairs.

I looked at Hermione who stared back. Finally she said exactly what I suspected her too.

"Harry, you should be more considerate towards Draco He's not a bad person."

I was ready for this. "Hermione, Malfoy has tortured us for five years, last year it was his fault I almost got kicked off Quidditch forever! Do you really think I could ever forgive him for that and ever see passed his bad side? I dislike him, Hermione. Hell, I may even hate him!" I spat watching as Hermione watched, sadly.

"But Harry, what if you were in his shoes." She said watching me carefully.

"That's the thing, I would never be in his shoes! I'm nothing like him! I am not scum, nor am I a moronic prat!" I yelled, loud enough for the house to hear. Of course Malfoy was no exception.

Hermione looked absolutely mortified. "What if he heard you!" She cried out, standing up abruptly.

"Good!" I retorted. "He should hear what he is!"

She glanced at me then shook her head. "I never knew you could be so cold hearted, Harry!" She said, running upstairs.

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Notes: Okay, next chapter is Draco and his point of view hope you enjoyed this chapter. Don't worry, Harry wont be an ass the whole time.

-Shadow

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